It turns out that I am the hero [Transmigration Book]

Rongyu's place of memory?

Geng Yan got up slowly, without any discomfort in his body, he couldn't feel the pain of being torn apart that was unbearable just a moment ago, and when he looked carefully, even his body became a little illusory.

"What am I... now?"

[Soul body. 】

"..."

The mind and soul have left the body, then his body...

Geng Yan wanted to help his forehead very much, but in fact even helping his forehead could not hide the complexity of his heart.

"Why am I here?"

[You fainted. 】

"He shouldn't be so beastly as to do something to a fainted person, right?"

【His current sanity is worse than that of a beast. 】

"..." Why does this sound so awkward?

"Is there a way to get out?"

【No. 】

"Then you are still so calm?"

【…】Because he doesn't really want to go out!

There was no response in his mind, and suddenly there was a roar. Behind a rock not far away, there was an earthquake and a landslide, and stone chips splashed.

They faced each other, but the mother and son ignored him.

The woman raised her head slightly, and the moment she saw that face, Geng Yan knew who it was.

She has a face similar to Rong Yu's, tall and tall, with a peerless appearance, wearing a blue gown, hair tied with jade hairpins, simple and generous, elegant and profound, mother and son have exactly the same clear eyes, but her eyebrows are a little more than Rong Yu's. She is very feminine, but at this moment she is frowning tightly, her face is bloodless, but her eyes are sharp, and she does not see the woman's weakness at all.

"Mother, who are they? Why did they kill us?"

The child who buried his head in the woman's arms suddenly raised his head, his delicate face like a powder carved jade, as beautiful as a porcelain doll, is a miniature version of the whole beauty.

A little boy with a clear voice, full of ignorance when he was young.

Geng Yan looked at the immature and innocent person in front of him, and recalled the person who was doing something to him outside.

The woman hugged the child in her arms, cast a barrier around her, and said softly: "They are bad people, I'm not afraid, you should sleep for a while, or you won't be able to run later."

When she was young, Rong Yu was very dependent on and trusted her mother, so she obediently responded, then lay on the woman's lap and closed her eyes.

Facing Rong Yu at this time, Geng Yan felt that it was a novelty, but he was not excited at all.

He is not an ignorant child, he can see that the woman in front of him is already exhausted.

The moment the child lay down, she raised her hand quietly, wiping away the trace of blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth.

The enchantment she had strenuously propped up was already in dilapidated condition.

One person, three people, ten people, people kept walking into her enchantment, and a few gleams of despair flashed in the woman's eyes.

She held the child in her arms and held it tightly.

Rong Yu seemed to be asleep, without any reaction.

Finally someone came in front of them, but the woman didn't look up.

Some hold swords, some control talismans, and some form seals.

Geng Yan didn't move, this place was just a mirror image to him, he could see it but couldn't touch it.

He watched those attacks fall on the woman, and countless thick vines rose from the ground, enduring the merciless attacks of those people, the vines were broken, and blood flowed out, while the woman protected the child's body, from The soles of the feet turned into dots of fluorescent light.

"Her body..."

Geng Yan thought of the withered blood vine that he encountered in the previous secret realm. Plants can produce intelligence and can also change form, but he has never encountered a plant that can change form so far. This woman is also different from the monsters in the demon world. The whole body is full of aura, shining brightly, like an elf in the depths of a dense forest.

He stared slightly, looking at the escaping light from the soles of the woman's feet, and suddenly worried about the child lying in his arms.

The stormy attack woke up the sleeping person, Xiao Rongyu looked up in confusion: "Mother..."

Something splashed on his face, and a small hand wiped his face, leaving a bloodstain.

"Mother……"

He called out again, and the woman bowed her head as if she had heard it, and smiled warmly at him: "Xiao Jie, don't be afraid."

Rong Yu just looked at her, the clothes on the two of them were stained with blood, and the mottled blood spots were still dripping. At the critical moment, there was a loud noise in the air, and the other side of the mountain rock suddenly burst into purple light, and in an instant there was blackness. As the clouds settled, several golden lights flashed across the air, and one happened to fall on the sky above the woman. Before Geng Yan could see clearly, the golden light soaked into the blood-oozing vines and merged with it.

Seeing that the woman's broken and seriously injured body healed at an extremely fast speed, she suddenly widened her beautiful eyes, retracted the vines without any hesitation, and transmitted the golden light in her body into the child's body. I can't tell whether it's joy or happiness on the look on his face, it just makes people feel extraordinarily sad.

"It's okay, it's okay, little boy..."

Tears welled up while talking, realizing what he was going to do, Geng Yan took a step forward involuntarily.

The golden light entered the child's body, and at the same time, the woman's lifelong cultivation and the original power of the soul also passed through.

"Mom, what are you doing here?"

Confused in Rong Yu's eyes, he let the woman grab his wrist, raised his head slightly, and saw several sword lights piercing the woman's weak body through the barrier made of vines.

The woman's figure swayed, but she didn't think about resisting. Her mind and soul were separated from her body. She became weaker and weaker, and the blood in her throat was swallowed by her. The spirit sword containing the storm of spiritual power finally pierced into the woman's heart without hindrance.

A mouthful of blood couldn't be swallowed any longer, and it spewed out, staining half of the child's face red and soaking a piece of clothes on his chest.

"Mother……?"

Xiao Rongyu's eyes were empty, the woman used her last strength to take out a long sword and stuffed it into his arms: "Xiao Jie, mother is here, right here..."

She finally gave the child a gentle smile, holding the hilt of the sword in one hand, her bowed body slowly straightened up, a stern look flashed in her eyes, and she raised her head to the sky with a long cry, all the spirit swords pierced into her body were shaken out, and it was almost The few monks behind were shocked, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword was shining brightly, absorbing the last of her vitality.

"Small..."

Tears finally couldn't hold back and fell from the eye sockets of that child, Geng Yan was a soul body, unable to shed tears, but also felt unbearably sad.

He recognized the sword, named Zui Ying, the sword that Rong Yu never left.

Even though he had long guessed what that person had experienced on Mount Kaopan, seeing it with his own eyes was even more heart-wrenching.

The woman's body began to dissipate, turning into fluorescent light and seeping into the sword body. The silver long sword was lying in front of the child, but his eyes were dull, and he even forgot to dodge the attack again.

"What are you doing? He's just a kid!"

A sword blocked the attack, and the person who made the shot said: "Cut the weeds and roots, didn't you see what this woman did just now? If you let him grow up, there will be endless troubles!"

One sentence instantly dispelled the pity that had just been aroused, and the man shot again, and an invisible barrier was suddenly built around the child, glowing with a faint silver light.

The Drunken Shadow Sword unsheathed itself, and the snow-white blade devoured the woman's remaining blood on the ground. The blood energy in this place faded, and thunder began to flicker in the sky. The flames spread from the other side of the mountain to this place, and soon enveloped the entire mountain.

Geng Yan was all too familiar with the purple-black flame.

Rong Yu knelt down on the ground, looking at the long sword that was out of its sheath, and wanted to reach out to touch it. The sword seemed to have a spirituality, and it suddenly swept towards the direction of the flames. The child with empty eyes finally panicked. He suddenly raised his head and tried to grab the hilt of the sword but it was empty.

"Mother, don't go...don't go! Mother!"

He didn't know where the strength came from. The belated tears burst suddenly, and his hoarse voice finally shouted again. He ran after the silver long sword, fell several times along the way, and climbed up again. The silver barrier Protecting him all the time, the chaser had nowhere to start, so he also followed.

Geng Yan felt like a huge rock was pressing on his heart, and he couldn't breathe heavily.

The figure of the child running after the flying sword disappeared from sight, and the scenery in front of him changed to the other side of the mountain.

The loud noise heard at first was originally caused by the self-explosion of the demon protector.

In the middle of the moon, on Kaopan Mountain, under the calm night sky, there was a sudden thunder, and it fell on the top of Kaopan Mountain with a mighty force. Before, the mountain was still lush and lush, but now it was covered by purple-black flames. a hill.

The thunder continued unabated, and the fire continued unabated.

This is the original owner, the place where the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm was born.

The surrounding area was full of flames, and there were constant wailing sounds in my ears. Countless orthodox monks were struck by lightning and burned by the fire.

In the center of the raging flames, under a huge pit formed by the self-explosion of the Dharma Guardian, a newborn baby sat in a half-broken eggshell, completely naked. He tried to reach out, but he couldn't even reach his own legs. It seemed as if it could fall without a human hand.

"Devil...devil...my..."

In front of the baby, a figure suddenly moved, talking indistinctly. Four or five meters in front of him, the man had a broken leg, and the wound was bloody. The next bloodstain, the pupils of his eyes were dilated, obviously he was dying, but the greed in his bones supported him to crawl towards the place where the baby was.

A gust of wind drifted by, with scalding heat waves and strong blood, hitting the baby's tender skin, but the baby seemed to have no burning pain, watching the corpse-like person getting closer and closer to him, Zijin The eyes of different colors are full of innocence.

The bloody hand was about to touch him, when suddenly a flying sword fell from the sky, right in front of the baby, the sword energy shattered the fragile soul of the man, and absorbed the blood energy around him.

Geng Yan watched Rong Yu, who was chasing him, stop for a moment in front of him, looked back and forth between Zui Yingjian and the baby twice, and ran into the pit to pick up the baby in the eggshell.

The purple fire is still burning, the thunder is still going on, the people who besieged the demon world in the righteous way are dead, and the people who chased and killed Rongyu's mother and son from the royal family are gone.

The drunk shadow floating in mid-air flew to the sky, guided by blood and tempered by fire, watching the snow-white blade absorb blood energy and turn into crimson in the purple-black flame, something seemed to have an answer in his heart.

Geng Yan didn't know where his fire came from, but he knew that it was definitely not an ordinary fire. It was tempered and absorbed the souls and blood of hundreds of monks in the fire. With the power to transform gods and even fit into bodies, their death is not voluntary. Human greed, selfishness, remorse, all negative emotions are turned into resentment after death and absorbed by the sword body. How can such a sword not be full of evil spirits?

No wonder Rong Yu never let Zui Ying out of her sheath!

The evil spirit condensed by these people may be difficult even for monks in the Mahayana period to deal with!

He didn't dare to use the sword, but he never left his body, because in that sword was his mother's last soul.

Even his cultivation level, Geng Yan has never really fought against him, but he also knows that it is definitely above the transformation of the gods.

Perhaps far more than just transforming gods, what realm should Rong Yu cultivate to now?

Zui Ying condensed in the air for several hours before returning to her sheath.

The baby who was carried out of the eggshell fell asleep and woke up again, and lay obediently in the arms of the eight-year-old child. After the long sword was sheathed, Rong Yu took the long sword and carried it on his back before carrying the baby to a cave. run.

He cleared a clean place in the cave and carefully placed the baby on it.

The baby's naked body was abnormally red, Rong Yu stared at him, his eyes were red from crying during the chase, his face was still stained with dried blood, his knee was cut, he took off his torn clothes Wrapping the baby up, she poked her forehead, probably feeling hot, her little brows were tightly furrowed.

"You... don't be afraid, I'll find some water."

Seeing that he was about to leave, the baby opened its mouth and uttered only babbles. In the open robe, a small hand waved in mid-air, not knowing what it was trying to grasp.

Knowing that he didn't understand, Rong Yu still explained: "I'll go find water to bring down your fever."

He finally came out of the cave.

Geng Yan thought leisurely, this mountain of fire can burn even spiritual power, so where will there be water?

Looking at the jagged stone wall above his head, and the purple light flickering outside the cave, he knew that the baby couldn't wait for the child to come back.

Soon after, a butterfly flew into the cave and took the sleeping baby away.

Sure enough, Rong Yu returned empty-handed, but his breath was not steady when he ran, but when he came back, he only saw an empty cave.

With a small body carrying a long sword taller than him, he stood at the entrance of the cave in a daze.

Geng Yan didn't know how long he stood there, but he stayed with him for that long.

In the sea of ​​flames, the mother is gone, the murderer is gone, and the monk who shot a baby with malice is also gone. For Rong Yu, that baby is a redemption and a support. With his small strength, he saved a life from a dying monk.

But that support is fleeting.

He is confused, has hatred in his heart, and wants revenge?How to do it?

Walking out of the cave in a daze, protected by the last barrier left by his mother, he walked through the sea of ​​fire and walked down Mount Kaopan until he met the sage.

After Rong Yu was taken away by Saint Zhi Feng, Geng Yan woke up.

He was lying in someone's arms, and even when he passed out, Rong Yu subconsciously didn't let him suffer too much from lying down.

It's just that this touch is nothing compared to what he suffered before!

It hurts!

His whole body was like being run over by a car, and his bones were about to fall apart. The two of them hugged each other and realized that the thing was still in his body. Geng Yan's face turned red, and he endured the pain to let him back out, and he pulled out from the storage bracelet again. Li took the clothes for the two of them to change, moved him to the edge of the cave, and then lay down beside him.

He didn't have the strength to move to a more comfortable place.

Fortunately, this place is dangerous and secretive enough. If others see the way the two of them looked like before, they will really lose face!

Geng Yan couldn't help covering his face: "When will he wake up?"

The demonic energy dissipated, and the spiritual power returned to peace, so everything should be fine, right?

When this person wakes up, he must...

Before figuring out how to get it back, the system suddenly said: 【He can't wake up by himself. 】

"what?"

Geng Yan opened his eyes, turned his head to look at the sleeping person with closed eyes: "What do you mean?"

【The spiritual power was very weak after the riot, and the secret realm took advantage of the emptiness and made him fall into the illusion. 】

"Secret realm?"

[The consciousness of the wilderness secret realm, a kind of spiritual existence. 】

Geng Yan was slightly taken aback, he remembered that Ji Rong also said that the secret realm of the barren marsh existed for tens of thousands of years, and it gave birth to its own spiritual wisdom.

No wonder Rong Yu knew about his going to Su Mo'er, no wonder he was suddenly controlled by the demons, the consciousness of the secret realm is the master of the whole secret realm, he knows everything that happened in the secret realm, everyone's thoughts, every time He is very clear about his personal weaknesses, so it's easy to sow discord!

Rong Yu's pained look when he questioned him flashed in his mind, and his heartache overwhelmed his physical discomfort and pain. Geng Yan stroked his face that had returned to normal, and asked, "How to save people?"

[Rely on external force to make him realize that he is in an illusion, the illusion can be broken, and you need to enter his illusion. 】

"..." It doesn't take him to sacrifice himself.

Rubbing his sore waist, the man went crazy, he couldn't stand it.

Geng Yan sat up on his knees and looked at the surrounding environment. The Drunken Shadow Sword was still on the edge of the cliff. It absorbed the blood energy from nowhere and was tempering itself by the heat of the magma. How similar?

He raised his hand to lay layer upon layer of barriers at the entrance of the cave, making sure that nothing would go wrong, and then he pressed against Rong Yu's forehead, penetrated his consciousness, and let himself be dragged into his illusion.

Consciousness changed from chaotic to fuzzy, and became clear bit by bit. The first thing that came into view was the blue curtain, and the faint sandalwood lingered in the nostrils, nourishing the spirit and calming the mind.

He was lying on a simple babu bed, the bed frame was carved from rosewood, with intricate patterns, exquisite and elegant.

The interior furnishings are complete, with everything that should be there, but there is no aura in the room, and it does not look like a place for cultivation. The layout of this room has many more useless things than the real residence.

Geng Yan propped his body up to sit up, and a series of clear and crisp sounds were heard. His face suddenly sank, and he threw off the corner of the quilt, and fastened an iron shackle on his right ankle. The inside of the bed was embedded in the wall. The brass ring in the middle, pulled out a long chain, fastened to the shackles around his ankles.

Tentatively pulled it, it was very firm.

Geng Yan's mouth twitched slightly.

What's this?captivity?

……